A Long Time Coming Ch. 10

This chapter begins the evening after the big found-family meeting covered in ALTC Jane's Story Part 3. Dana and David will get us caught up on those events quickly.

All characters in sexual situations are eighteen years old and older

**David**

Dana and I had just been making love. We were in our favorite places to savor the afterglow, Dana holding herself against my side with her head on my chest, my right arm under and holding her.

I reached across myself to run my fingertips along her side, starting at the side of her breast.

"Mmm," she purred. Dana kept herself in excellent shape swimming everyday. Her waist curved inward gracefully.

"No tickling," she warned. I wasn't in that mood at the moment.

My fingers were about to climb the curve of her hip when I stopped their progress. I could see one of the tattoos she had had done around her caesarian scar. It was of a footprint, an infant's barely bigger than that of a preemie. Just under it was the name "Robbie". I could picture the second footprint on the other end labeled "Simone".

The source of the footprint I saw was now eighteen years old, as big as me, and was probably in the very same position I was; lying in bed, naked, and holding his twin sister.

I let my thumb come to rest beside the tattoo. My mind called up some of the conversation from earlier in the day.

"You would be an excellent father," whispered Dana knowing exactly where my mind had gone to.

"Would I? Simone was right when she said you worked some kind of magic on me. I feel like a completely different man, and I don't really know who he is yet."

Dana shifted slightly to put her chin on the hand that she had had draped over me. Some very intense eye contact happened from there. That sensation of being home washed over me again.

"You've told me that you love the woman I've become as much as the girl I was. How did you put it? 'The girl's defiance wrapped in a mother's wrath'?" She lovingly traced her fingers over the scars I had taken in Iraq. I could still see sadness on her face about them, but she had finally put away the responsibility she had felt over my injury.

"When you came to protect me and the kids I saw the boy's rage harnessed in a warrior's resolve. Over just those few days you taught me to hold my ground in ways I hadn't known I had the strength for. And then at Mom's house you showed me that despite all of the horrible things you had been through you were still sensitive enough to see my pain and want to relieve me of it. You are strong and loving and that sounds just like a perfect father to me."

"Even if I do it with another woman?"

"Jane isn't just another woman. If 'sisters' is too cliché then we are pack or tribe or whatever. If she's holding you up favorably alongside Lucas then she has fallen hard for you. That and I think you are correct, you can't keep it as only an act of being in love with her. I know that you will never love me less for loving her. Only the kids kept me from considering becoming serious with her. She and us in a throuple feels so natural that it seems inevitable."

Just two nights before, Jane and I began our dance to convince the world that we were falling for each other. Turned out that the first people we were fooling were ourselves. She and I needed no words to execute a reversal on Dana's plan for the threesome, putting her on the receiving end of the two-on-one.

During the divorce, Jane had impressed me with her resolve to be a sister-in-arms for Dana and the twins. Dana said that Jane had flirted at me, but I was too occupied monitoring the environment that I hadn't noticed. Now that I had the time to appreciate her, I found her to be the kind of woman a man would be a fool to let slip away.

A very deep, instinctive part of my brain was pleased that the pack of two she-wolves considered me to be a worthy sire.

Again reading my mind, Dana stretched up, kissed me, and said, "I wish you had been Robbie and Simone's father. That's the only way that what we have now could have been better."

With that she put her cheek back down on my chest and the conversation faded in favor of the reality of simply being together. I had my sister as my wife of my heart and that was all I needed to be happy. But moments, by definition, do not last.

"You know," Dana said, "I didn't get my laps in this morning. Come out and join me."

"Okay, but I think I'll just watch from the stands."

Dana stood and slipped into her swimsuit. It was a one piece that didn't try to be sexy but naturally drew into the tight lines she maintained.

She grabbed two towels out of optimism and we went outside to the last glow of sunset. I arranged a lounge at half recline to where I could watch over the whole length of the pool.

Dana put her towel on the next lounge. With a glance over her shoulder and an extra strut in her step she walked to the deep end. Once there I saw her face settle into focus on the task at hand. A deep breath and she dove out shallowly. Her body cut into the water and she dolphin kicked across the pool and back again without surfacing. Then she did another lap, and then another without stopping for a breath. I marveled at her. I truly had found a mermaid in the desert.

She finally came up after six lengths.

"Impressive," I commented. She was too winded to answer with more than a smile and an air kiss. Then she pushed off into a freestyle stroke.

Opera began to play over the backyard speakers. Dana and I looked to the backdoor and saw Robbie and Simone exiting. Robbie wore board shorts like I was. I spared a glance to Dana. She was smiling, but I could see some playful disappointment around her eyes. She was hoping for his speedos.

From Dana I turned to Simone. She was shifting her eyes from Dana to me. A crooked smile pulled the corner of her mouth.

Out of respect for the permission she had given me, I looked downward over her figure. She was wearing a black one piece swimsuit that contrasted starkly with her fair skin. She had a few inches more on her bust and hips than her mother, giving her the classic hourglass shape for her swimsuit to cling to.

"May I join you?" she asked.

"Certainly," I said. I gestured to the lounge next to me.

"Thank you." Simone tossed her towel on the chair. "Move over."

She gave me a brief second to shift before she sat and curled herself into my side. I found my arm around her, her head on my shoulder, and her arm across me.

"Okay," I said, "you've surprised me."

"It has been ten years since I had a dad to cuddle. One worth cuddling," she murmured happily. "I know you don't want me thinking of you as Dad or Stepdad, but you are worthy of it."

I brought my other arm over to wrap her up. We watched Robbie and Dana doing their laps until I felt Simone shift.

She had turned her face toward mine and rested her chin on her hand on my chest. The pose was almost exactly like Dana's just a few minutes before. That close, despite her blonde hair and arresting blue eyes, Simone's similarity to her mother at eighteen made my heart skip a beat.

"I wish you had been our father," she said. Her intense look into my eyes became surprised even though I had otherwise suppressed a chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"Your Mom said exactly the same thing not ten minutes ago."

"Heh. Great minds as they say." We had a moment of quiet as we watched Robbie and Dana swim. "I asked Mom about how Grammy had hurt you."

"She told me." Both of my sister's kids were scary smart. Robbie had taken the pattern of "Honey" and "Sweetie" that Dana and I had grown up with and that she had continued, identified that it had broken when sexual attraction was introduced, and he correctly deduced that Mom had had an attraction to me that ended in what I had thought was disgusted rejection of me.

In the brief time I had spent with Simone I had learned that I had been wrong about how intimate two people reading one another could be. After she and Dana had made love she had made a point to speak to me. She drove the point home that I was not to put myself on the outside of her, Robbie, and Dana despite how their relationships were deepening.

She had also obliquely said that she had fallen in love with me. In an intense moment of silent communication she confirmed it. Simone had kissed me then. I was hesitant to return it at first. Only when Dana gave her blessing with a kiss just below my ear did I allow myself to kiss her daughter in return.

Dana and Robbie had stopped swimming. They stood where the water came up to Robbie's hips. His hands were on his mother's waist and hers were lightly on his chest. They were speaking softly to where I couldn't hear over the music.

Simone hadn't looked. Instead she was measuring my reaction. She was looking at me with clear affection, concern, and something I couldn't let myself put it's proper name to.

"You aren't a consolation prize, Simone," I whispered. I tried to look away but she put her fingertips to my chin and guided me back.

"Neither are you. I want to make love to you as much as Robbie wants Mom." She shifted upward so that we were nose to nose. "Put down that guilt and let us love you. This family is not going to let you be alone anymore."

She closed and we kissed. Suddenly she wasn't a young woman seeking comfort, she was a tremendously attractive woman with her breasts pressed into my chest, her hips in my hands, her thigh across my groin, and her tongue seeking mine.

I opened my mouth and she melted into me. There was no urgency to rush through the experience.

When the kiss ended she pulled back to nose to nose.

"I want to make love to you," Simone said. "I want to have all night to savor our first time. Robbie and I are thinking a dinner date with you and Mom, and then a long night of discovering each other."

In the pool Robbie and Dana were kissing just like Simone and I had.

"Sounds wonderful," I said. "So obviously not tonight."

"Nope, school night. And first day of the new job for you. We can have our date Friday night. But there is a halfway point Mom and I want to experience in the meantime."

"Now what would that be?"

Once again Simone was wearing an expression straight from my memories of her mother, the one that said that schemes were afoot.

"It's a surprise for you, too, but I know that you'll catch on quick. Just let Robbie and me go inside first by a minute."

"Alright," I said, "You have my curiosity."

**Dana**

I found it difficult to maintain good form once Robbie dove into the pool. I was needing to breathe both from exertion and desire as he kept pace with me for several laps. Then after a turn he shot ahead and waited for me in the shallow end.

I stopped as well.

"Something on your mind, Honey?" I asked.

He reacted to the nickname in the subtle way that only Simone and I could reliably recognize.

He took my hand. Just that much of my son's touch made my heart leap.

"Ever since you got home you've been trying so hard to be careful around me," he said. "I know it's because you don't want to hurt me the way Grammy hurt Uncle David. I need you to know that I have those same feelings for you."

"You find me attractive?" I asked as I took a step into his space.

"You are beautiful. I want to go as far with you as you'll have me."

"Even to making love with your mother the way a man makes love with his woman?" I stepped in again. I rested my hands lightly on his chest and his went to the curve of my hips.

"Yes," he said quietly yet assuredly, "and I want our first time to be as meaningful and deliberate as Simone and I made ours. Nothing hurried, giving and feeling every sensation we can."

I closed the last distance between us. My hands went to his shoulders, his pulled my hips tight against him. I felt his cock, erect and proud, press into my belly. I shifted to acknowledge it and, opposite to my mother, I pressed harder into my son in controlled acceptance.

"However it happens, Honey, I know it will be magical."

Robbie needed a beat to compose himself. Being Robbie it was a very fast beat, but I could still tell.

"Yes, so Simone and I want to treat you and Uncle David to a romantic dinner date Friday night."

At the mention of them I looked over. Simone was alongside David on a lounge, kissing him passionately.

"Looks like David is a 'yes'. So am I." I gave him another sway off my hips against his groin.

"Oh, Mom!" His eyes closed in favor of the tactile sensations I was giving him.

"Come down here, Honey."

He opened his eyes just enough to find my lips. We wasted no time opening our mouths and caressing one another's tongues. It was electric. The last of the fear that I might hurt him faded away. I felt so small against the strong and solid man my son had become. The euphoria of the kiss was colored with the pride that I had made him.

When we finally came up for air, Simone spoke up.

"I'm heading inside, Robbie." Her tone left no question about what she wanted.

"He'll be with you in a moment, Sweetie," I answered. I have him a last grind against his erection. "Tell Simone she can thank me later," I quietly instructed him.

Robbie climbed the steps out of the pool and wrapped a towel around himself. Simone put her arms around him and kissed him. They entered the house arm in arm.

David met me at the top of the steps with a towel ready to wrap around me.

"I take it you accepted the invitation to dinner?" I asked.

"Yes, and the rest."

David took the honor of drying me. He also took liberties, but he deserved more.

"We really have a date to have sex with my kids." I marveled.

"Second thoughts?"

"No. I'm tired of denial. I know you'll show my baby girl just how good it can be."

I pulled him into a kiss. He returned it with such passion that I was unnecessarily reassured that I could share him with anyone and know that he would always come back to me.

We went into the house arm in arm.

"Oh fuck, yes, Robbie!" greeted us as we stepped inside. Simone and her brother hadn't even made it past the love seat. Robbie was seated, and Simone was astride him with her back to us and her swimsuit pulled down to her waist. She was holding herself up so that Robbie could worship her breasts with his hands and mouth.

"Okay you two," I said, "time to go to your room."

"Aww, do we have to?" Simone whined looking over her shoulder. I caught her glance at David. Robbie was looking around Simone at us.

"Maybe just this once?" David suggested.

"Trying to be the cool stepdad?" I mock complained. "Alright, this once and clean up before you go to bed. You," I said to David with my sexiest purr, "come with me."

"Mom?" asked Simone.

"Yes, Sweetie?"

"You don't have to go if you don't want to."

I was silent for a moment.

"Well I'm intending to make love with my brother..." I said.

Simone had shifted to Robbie's side. She kept her chest pressed against his. Both were giving me hopeful looks.

"Me too, and we'd be happy to share the room."

David had moved behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see his reaction. He didn't say anything. He put his hands to my shoulders and asked if I wanted this by hooking fingertips under the straps.

I crossed my arms in front of me to stop his hands. Then I spun into the cross and put his hands back where they were.

"What did I say about Mom's showmanship?" Simone said quietly to Robbie.

I held my arms down only until I could pull them free of the straps. David gathered the sides in his grip and steadily pulled the suit down. The swimsuit was still damp, so removing it was like being peeled. My skin felt chilled as it was exposed, both to the air and my children's hungry eyes.

David squatted and pulled the suit over my hips. He paused to put a kiss on my scar. I rested my hands on his head. Once the swimsuit was at my feet I stepped out of them. Leaving my stance open wider was deliberate, and David recognized the invitation.

He got lower, filled his hands with my gluteals, and pulled my sex onto his mouth.

I moaned as he assaulted my clit with his lips and tongue. He was fast and powerful on it. The orgasm was quick, but I knew he meant it as a promise of more to come.

"Oh, fu-u-uck!" I was briefly surprised to hear a voice behind us as my world returned to being more than the sensations David was giving me.

Looking back, Simone was seated facing towards me. Her nudity would have been on display if it were not for her brother covering the far breast with his face. His other hand was in her crotch, her swimsuit rolled down to her knees. She was shaking, just opening her eyes, and clutching Robbie's head.

Our eyes met. She gave me a naughty smile. Her hand went from Robbie's head to his lap. He tensed and I heard a subtle gasp.

I guided David back to his feet and pressed myself against him.

"Turn us," I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and executed a crisp about face.

"You're a tease, Mom!" heckled Simone. In response I drew my knee up along David's leg with my foot hooked behind him.

Simone helped Robbie out of his trunks. My son's manhood was tall and proud and just like what I had imagined my brother's would have been like when we were their age.

I caught Simone's eye and gave her a wink. Her scheme for the night was coming together: she was going to have her brother, I would have mine, but this time with no walls between us.

Sometimes Simone was so much like me it was almost scary.

"Attention!" I ordered quietly. David snapped his arms to his side and squared his shoulders. All very professional, but I doubted he ever looked at an officer with as much lust. The pose put his legs together so that I could squat lewdly in front of him and only reveal my knees to my kids.

I rested my hands on his thighs and put my face into his crotch. Keeping my eyes on him turned catching the drawstring of his shorts with my teeth into a game. After several attempts I succeeded and pulled loose the bow he had tied. I reached around and ran my hands over his butt as I pushed the shorts to the floor.

David's cock jumped free, and I was eager to suck.

"Oh," I heard Robbie say. Oddly, he sounded concerned.

"What?" Simone asked. I stood and peeked around David just as Simone gasped and brought her hand to her mouth.

I felt David turn just enough to look over his shoulder.

Robbie and Simone were looking at the scars on David's leg. I had forgotten that they had not seen them before.

"I'm sorry," stammered Simone, "I hope I didn't offend you."

I stood and looked up at David. He didn't appear perturbed.

"I understand," he said, "and you didn't. It took a long time to get used to it myself."

Robbie was assessing the pattern of scars and the skin grafts. No doubt he was comparing them to diagrams from his Gray's Anatomy. It was impressive he could do that with his sister's hand around his cock.

"You were lucky to survive that," he said.

"Absolutely," David replied, "a matter of millimeters with a couple of pieces. But there were a lot of brave and smart people who did everything right to keep me alive."

I ran my fingertips over the scars. He smiled at me with the same understanding and acceptance that I had fallen in love with all those years before. A flash of the old sadness filled me, but David's touch to my face once again smoothed it away.

"I should write some letters," I said. "To all the people who got you back to me."

"Oh." This time it was Simone. She was looking at me like she finally understood. The great magic that David and I had done for each other was that we could finally forgive ourselves for all of the hurt that had come to the other over the years because of our forbidden feelings.

Simone mouthed, "Thank you," and kissed Robbie with passion. They would never have that pain.

David stepped around me. He had a hand on my shoulder holding me in place. When Robbie and Simone ended their kiss I was full frontal to them.

Robbie's face was it's typical stoic, but I saw his chest rise with an aroused gasp as his eyes took me in from top to bottom. Simone whispered in his ear and he nodded. David traced his fingers down the front of my arms, like a game show model presenting a prize.

Simone sent a look over my shoulder to David. He guided me to the couch, sat me down, knelt down, and spread my knees. Simone knelt at Robbie's side on the love seat. It might not have been the most flattering position for me, but his eyes were hungrily taking me in.

David's mouth went down and filled itself with as much of my cunt as he could manage. Simone dropped her mouth over Robbie's cock at nearly the same instant. Robbie and I gasped together, making eye contact as our siblings focused on pleasuring us.

David had his tongue between my folds and then flattened it to go up over my clit. My back arched in response. That pulled Robbie's eyes to my breasts. I could almost feel his gaze on them. It was too tantalizing so I drew my hands up to them. I squeezed my breasts, showing them to be just more than my hands could capture. I couldn't help but moan.

Robbie began to shake.

"Oh, god, Simone," he yelled, "I'm going to cum!"

Simone sat up and stroked him through the saliva she had left behind. With an exaggerated flourish she cupped her other hand under his balls. She presented her brother's manhood to my view and I was fascinated.

"Fuuuuuck!" cried Robbie. His cock erupted. Simone angled him back so the long ropes of his semen landed on him, across his six pack, over his defined pecs, all the way to his chin as he had his head thrown back to howl.

I was cumming with him just as the first burst landed. Simone made a display of her brother's virility. She watched my orgasm with a hungry look. It was difficult to tell if she wanted to be me or David.

Robbie and I wound down from our orgasms.

Simone wiped Robbie with his pool towel except for the blob on his chin for which she used her tongue.

David turned me to lie on the couch with my feet toward the loveseat. Robbie did the same with Simone to us on the couch. That left Simone and I able to see one another with only slight turns of our heads. We saw our brothers climb between our legs.

"Watch them," David whispered in my ear.

Simone turned her eyes to Robbie. She guided him to where she needed him. I watched my son enter my daughter. Bliss was written across their faces, but they kept their eyes open and joined with great intent.

I turned to where David was holding himself over me.

"I love you, David." I took him in hand and guided.

"I love you, Dana." He pushed forward and filled me.

"Oh fuck yes!" I hissed. It had been barely more than an hour since David had last been in me, but even that had been too long. Soon he had me breathing out in quiet cries of joy with every thrust.

"Look over," whispered David. My eyes had closed and yet again my world had shrunk down to just me and him. I looked to the audience I had forgotten about.

Robbie and Simone were staring at us. Somehow they had lost track of their own coupling while watching David have his way with me.

"Robbie," I said. I tried to put some of my admonishing-mom voice into it but my brat of a brother didn't take a break from pounding my pussy.

"Yes Mom?"

"Pay attention to Simone. Make sure she has another orgasm."

He huffed out a chuckle in time with a thrust.

"Okay Mom," he said with a tone like I'd given him a chore he didn't particularly mind doing.

"Oh, yeah," Simone moaned. She demonstrated her own stagecraft by dropping her near leg to the floor and her far leg along the top of the love seat. The pose revealed the entirety of both to me. Robbie's long, muscular form tensed and flexed as he thrust over and over into Simone's soft curves.

And all along David was ploughing into me. I told him of the pleasure building in me with tightening grips in my hands and legs and cunt.

"Yes! Yes!" Simone panted. "Fuck her, David! Make Mommy cum!"

David responded by doubling his pace without sacrificing any force. I answered by pulling my ankles higher up his back. A handful of thrusts later I was roaring out my bliss to the whole room. I pulled David down for a fierce kiss and wondered how lewd we looked with our bottoms open to Robbie and Simone's eyes.

David wrapped his arms under me. I knew what he intended and I arched my back so he could secure his grip. I was still clenching through my orgasm as he pulled me tight against himself and sat back to upright. Just that he could do that reignited my orgasm. My weight driving me onto his cock pushed me to cum even harder.

I cried out wordlessly. David was kissing my neck as I slowly returned to reality. I dropped my head onto his shoulder.

"Did he do a good job, Mom?" asked Simone.

"Oh yes, Sweetie, so good," I replied. As if the contented smile on my face didn't say it all.

I cracked open my eyes. Robbie was keeping pace. His muscular butt flexed and tensed over and over. Simone's eyes were hazed with sensation. Her breath was quickening. Then she pushed on Robbie's chest.

"Lie back," she said. They briefly rose to take the new position. Robbie's cock was shiny with his sister's essence.

"Soon," I thought to myself. Soon I would get to taste them both together. Variations spun themselves out: swallowing Robbie fresh out of Simone, licking Simone clean of Robbie's cum, Simone doing the same for me, or any of those with David.

"Lie back," I said to David. We shifted as well. At the end the men had their heads toward the angle of the furniture. When Simone and I settled into cowgirl we had complete view of one another's bodies.

Simone had delayed for a few seconds so that she and I could take our brothers in simultaneously. We both moaned, and she gave me a mischievous look.

Where Robbie's body working his sister's had been athleticism, Simone's was art atop her brother's. She rocked her hips in the way that was eye catching when she was behind a microphone and breath taking for Robbie now.

Her charisma drew me in and I was mimicking her moves, falling into synchronicity. With her empathy she saw how good that made me feel and she took pleasure in that. Soon we were in a feedback loop as we watched one another.

I could tell that she was racing ahead of me. David put his thumb to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked on it. I cast my eyes down to David but with a glance back to Simone he directed my attention back to her.

David had seen Simone was closer to coming than I was. He applied his thumb to my clit and I caught up quickly.

Simone and I made eye contact. The poor girl was practically vibrating. She was holding Robbie's hands away from her. Her fair skin was flushed and she was worrying her lip.

I gave her a subtle nod like one bandmate to another. She released Robbie's hands and they went straight to her tits. I pushed myself hard onto David's cock and thumb.

Simone and I screamed in harmony. It was the primal song of joy and bliss. We changed notes as Robbie pinched her nipples or David maneuvered my hips on his cock.

We grunted and howled through several lungfuls of air. Eventually our bodies collapsed onto our lovers.

"Thank you, Maestro," I whispered.

"You're welcome."

Robbie and Simone are having their own whispered conversation. Simone giggled.

"Have you had yours?" I asked David.

"Not yet."

"Well that's not right." I got up and pulled on his arm to have him stand as well. Then I crawled back onto the couch, on my knees with my elbows on the arm toward the kids. I gave him the universal "fuck me" wiggle. "Your turn now."

David accepted the invitation. He held my hips and his first thrust clapped resoundingly.

"Ooh!" squealed Simone. "Get up, Robbie." She hopped off her brother so he could stand, then she took the same doggy position I had, down to her elbows on the arm of the love seat towards David and I.

She did the wiggle and Robbie laid into her as David was doing me.

Our poses had mine and Simone's hands and faces close to each other over the small square table that filled the corner of the furniture. We joined hands.

"Oh, yes David!" I exhorted, "Take me! Fuck me! Use me!"

David found another gear for me.

"Wow, Mom," Simone gasped between impacts from Robbie, "You really are a slut for your brother, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah! And you're one to talk, little Ms Brotherfucker."

"That's right. Like mother like daughter... like granddaughter. Three generations strong."

We kissed. I felt so much love for her. I wondered if I could have had this with my mother, but reality won out over regret with another caress of Simone's tongue.

Simone and I had to break for breath. I looked up to see Robbie watching our kiss. I drank in his hard body across the length of Simone's body.

"He is going to make you feel so good, Mom," said Simone.

David's hands came to my shoulders and his rhythm slowed for more force. He was close and I was loving it.

"I know he will," I said looking Robbie right in the eyes. Not even his calm face could hide the building of his orgasm.

With David's support I reached under myself and cupped his testicles. He growled at the sensation.

"And I am going to make him feel so good in return." With that I took Simone's breast and gave it a possessive squeeze.

"Ooooohh!" Simone shook with pleasure. I envied her sensitivity but I was using her orgasmic reaction to pass the squeeze to her brother. I saw him feel it and timed a hungry lick of my lips. I wanted him to have no doubt that I would eat him up on Friday night.

"Fuuuck!" Robbie yelled as he pounded twice more into Simone and froze.

I moved back a little further on David and traced my middle finger along the base of his scrotum.

David roared. Like Robbie he made two more thrusts and froze to pump his load into his sister.

I rubbed hard and fast on my clit to join everyone in orgasm. It felt divine, but I truly felt more satisfaction in having set off my entire family in short order.

David sat back onto his knees. Robbie turned his legs out from under him and slumped against the back of the love seat. Simone simply collapsed with her head on the arm.

"Fuck, Mom," mumbled Simone, "you know how to throw a party."

"Maybe I'll put a little planning into Friday night."

"Me too," she said, "I have some ideas."

"Do we have any say in this?" asked Robbie.

David laughed.

"Get used to it, Kid. Once you get yourself entangled with a Smith girl the best you can do is hold on for dear life."

I turned around and gave him a playful slug to his shoulder on the way to cuddling up next to him.

"It wasn't that bad," I pouted.

"Just take care of dinner, Baby," said Simone, leaning back for a peck of a kiss. "Mom and I will arrange the entertainments."

I ran my eyes over Robbie as if it wasn't obvious what those entertainments would be.

A thought occurred to me.

"I think, for the first time at least, that we should go by Mom and Dad's rule."

"Grammy and Pops had a rule for swapping?" Robbie asked.

He spoke calmly but I knew he was feeling the cognitive dissonance Simone was showing.

David and I chuckled.

David said, "Your grandparents had a great big complicated life together before your mom and I came along."

"Yeah," I said, "they lived like Hippies for years before settling down."

"Hippies like sex, drugs, and rock and roll?" asked Simone, clearly still not squaring that circle.

"It was hard reading about it at first," I admitted.

"Was it though?" asked David. "I recall you seemed more inspired than anything."

I felt a flash of embarrassment at how I had practically gone into heat and fucked David senseless on reading Mom's writings of those parties. Then I looked at my naked children and felt silly given how we planning just such a party ourselves.

"I'll admit the sex spoke to me," I said, "but I could have done without her description of her first acid trip."

"Okay," said Simone, "I recognize all of those words individually but together they make no sense."

"You should read her diaries yourself," I offered. "There was so much more to her than I knew. A lot of it made me understand her better and forgiveness is growing from there."

David pulled me in and kissed the top of my head. He too had a ways to go to forgiving our parents, but he was far more open to it than before.

"So what was the rule?" asked Robbie.

"Always be present," David replied.

"That's right," I said. "Always in sight of one another. They may have been with others but they were always together."

"That's what I've wanted all along," said Simone. "That I could at least be there when Robbie gave you what you had been going without. Now that you've brought David..." Simone looked hungrily at her uncle, and then just as hungrily at me.

Then she made a decision that proved she was not the rash eighteen year old girl her mother had been.

"We had better go to our rooms if we are going to make it to Friday," she said.

"Aww, do we have to?" I teased. I stood and offered my hand to David.

Simone stood and approached me.

"Yes, Sweetie, time for bed." She was having entirely too much fun with the role reversal. She kissed me on the cheek, perfectly innocently if not for us being a pair of completely naked and entirely well-fucked women.

I gave the same kiss to Robbie, and Simone did for David. We each lead our man to our bedroom.

There had been enough energy rebuilt both sets of twins made quiet love.

We still heard one another, however.

Neither of us had bothered to shut our door.

To Be Continued